The Knife That Destroys the Sky and Earth

After the eleventh knife rain, there were so many knives on the ground. They were all over the place, and there was hardly a place to step.

Han Sen's feet walked across the handles, and Black Steel was standing in front of a knife. Han Sen thought the knife looked fairly normal.

But Black Steel looked surprised. He pulled it out carefully and held it with both hands. He happily said, "This is a Duke weapon!"

"It doesn't look like one." Han Sen saw the dim-looking light of the blade, and felt impartial towards it.

"We are in the Knife Grave. It is still sleeping, mind you: the power is suppressed. Once you leave this place, you'll be able to see how great this is." After that, Black Steel gave the knife to Han Sen. "The knife you have wanted me to find you is this. Now, we no longer owe each other anything."

"You don't want it?" Han Sen waved it around a bit. It felt great, but Han Sen was not wholly satisfied.